Tennessee Moonshine

[Verse]
Well, deep in the holler where the pine trees stand,
There's a secret runnin' through this rugged land.
Granddaddy’s still hums, hot and true,
Brewing up fire ‘neath the southern blue.
[Chorus]
Oh, Tennessee moonshine, it burns real slow,
In a mason jar, it’s all we know.
Lightnin’ in a bottle from a timeworn hand,
The spirit of the hills, it’ll make you a man.
[Verse 2]
Mama says it’s trouble, but I don’t mind,
A little taste of freedom in that old white wine.
Got the law on the ridge, but they won’t find,
This river of gold, this Tennessee shine.
[Chorus]
Oh, Tennessee moonshine, it burns real slow,
In a mason jar, it’s all we know.
Lightnin’ in a bottle from a timeworn hand,
The spirit of the hills, it’ll make you a man.
[Bridge]
Through smoky nights and bluegrass tunes,
‘Round the fire glow beneath the moon.
We sip on history, sweet and fine,
Raising a toast to that Tennessee shine.
[Chorus]
Oh, Tennessee moonshine, it burns real slow,
In a mason jar, it’s all we know.
Lightnin’ in a bottle from a timeworn hand,
The spirit of the hills, it’ll make you a man.

acoustic, country, melodic, male vocals